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WORK OF BONDAGE FAN-FICTION—by Van ©2007
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cautiously crossed the clearing—Sam with the P90 at
ready, and Janet with a knife in each hand. All of their
and gear were, indeed,
gone. Further, there was no sign of where everything had
been taken, or even a hint of
been accomplished. There were no tracks, no
broken twigs or disturbed leaves, not so much as a bent grass
they probably hadn't caused themselves.
"What are we gonna do?" Janet whispered.
Sam stole a glance at the diminutive doctor, then returned to
their surroundings. She could tell Janet wasn't
frightened, but concerned. Naked, all of their already
abbreviated inventory of supplies and equipment stolen, they
both had a
lot to be concerned about—but Janet wasn't
scared. "Ol' Doc Fraiser", as Jack used to call her, was
"You wait here," Sam ordered, and started into the trees.
"Wait here," Sam called back, and continued forward, carefully
her way through the undergrowth. She came to a game trail,
there were more of the small animal tracks they'd seen at the
nothing looked especially recent. The clearest track she
looked almost like a human footprint, only it was
tiny, as if it had been
made by a barefoot toddler. It may have been a trick of
soft soil compacted under the animal's foot. In any case,
was no sign of their
clothing or equipment. It was as if it had all sprouted
Tucked into the rubble at the base of the cliff was a cluster of
several large boulders. Sam could see numerous nooks and
that might have been cave
entrances—but when she cautiously inspected them, one by one,
large enough to shelter anything bigger than a cat.
Still scanning her surroundings, including the branches
retreated back to the clearing.
Janet had found a heavy stick, suitable for a club, and was
base to improve the handle.
Despite their circumstances, Sam couldn't help but smile.
was clutching the blade of the second knife between her teeth,
the air of a naked, female pirate.
"Wea?" Janet asked, continuing to whittle.
Sam suppressed her smile. "Nothing. No tracks and no
"I ow ink ee—" Janet dropped the club to the ground and
knife from her mouth. "I don't think we should stay here."
Sam nodded, continuing to scan their surroundings. "I
agree. Let's get the shelter-half and move out."
"Wait a minute," Janet said, walked to the nearest ruined
slashed out a swath of brown material. Most of what was
high for her to reach, or Sam, for that matter, but she
cutting free a second, tan remnant. She tied the
suede-like rag around her waist and tossed the tan sample to
"Better than nothing," she sighed.
"Marginally." Sam handed the P90 to Janet, and wrapped the
around her waist. Then, with one of the
knives in hand, she leaped as high as she could. She
free more tan material, and a second jump yielded more of the
"Show off!" Janet whispered, but her attention never left the
and the cliff.
examined the hanging lines supporting the rest of the flapping
material. They were more like
cables than rope, nearly as thick as her wrist, and
they looked as tough as wire. She
considered trying to cut a length free, but decided it would be
limited use and not worth the delay.
Janet quickly rolled the shelter-half and remaining swaths of
together and tucked the bundle under one arm. "Go where?"
asked as she retrieved her makeshift club.
"We find someplace we can defend," Sam answered, "make camp,
something to eat, and survive."
Sam gave her companion a grim smile. "Until we're rescued,
a way back to the stargate." They entered the trees,
caution. Sam chose one of the larger game trails, and they
putting distance between themselves and the clearing.
back to consciousness. She was still bound and
gagged, but in no pain—and she was surprised
to find herself quite unafraid—even unconcerned
about her predicament. The drug, she realized. I'm still drugged. I'll be
Something was shaking her cage. She opened her eyes and
as several of her female captors—resplendent in their
bikinis, matching body paint, and leather harnesses—dragged her,
and all, to the middle of a clearing. One of the amazons
scrambled up the side of the cage, secured a heavy shackle
ring welded to the top, then hopped down. The shackle was
attached to a stout
cable. Hailey craned her neck and followed the cable
upwards—and her eyes popped
Hovering overhead was a fantastic
looked as big as a blimp, but there was no sign of a gas
It was like seeing the underside of a wooden schooner—floating in
the air—without masts or
sails. There was a keel, and the streamlined hull was
of tightly fitted planks. Pylons and outriggers supported
were probably engines, or lift generators, or stabilizers, or
all-of-the-above. There were also weapons emplacements,
crew-served versions of the "zat-rifles" used by the jungle
warriors. The overall effect was a cross between an ancient
trireme, a Spanish galleon, and a wooden shark, floating in
the darkening sky in total silence.
One of the warriors on the ground made a hand signal, the cable
taut, and Hailey's cage was lifted into the air.
"Farewell, Sleen-cub!" one of the warriors shouted, and the
The encampment and the painted warriors receded below, fading
immediately into the jungle, thanks to their camouflage.
Overhead, the airship loomed ever-larger and closer.
Her cage came even with the deck, and she found herself staring
airship's crew—and being stared at,
Their costumes were similar to those worn by the jungle
the loincloths and bandeaus were a mottled gray, their harnesses
were black leather, and they were barefoot. Like the
below, all were brunette
"Look at that hair!" one of the crew members said.
"She's a tiny freak," another remarked.
"Belay the idle chat," another ordered. She was dressed
identically to the rest, only a maroon scarf was tied around her
throat. "Get the cargo stowed. I want to get some
before full night."
Hailey glanced at the sky. Both suns were close to the
and one was nearly in eclipse, half hidden by the massive disk
cage was moving again. It was maneuvered to a section
of the deck railing where several large bundles were lashed in
half-dangling over the side. The cage was tucked
against a pair of stanchions, and quickly lashed in place.
crew climbed back onto the deck, nimble as acrobats.
I guess it makes sense,
Hailey mused, still fighting the effects of the drug. Rig the cargo like ballast and you
jettison it easily, if you have to. She looked
through the bottom of her cage, at the tops of the forest giants
passing far below. The airship was underway, and she
was rising. It was difficult to tell. Hailey had
gliders at the Academy, but this mode of air travel was more
almost nautical in its deliberate pace.
She stretched in her rope bonds, trying to find comfort against
hard bars of her cage. Finally, she rolled onto her side,
her knees against her breasts, and rested, as best she
head was still spinning. She could see
sparks and tiny flares of light, dancing
across the inside of her closed eyelids... but knew they weren't
real. Is any of this
she wondered... and drifted back
MEANWHILE, BACK IN
Sam and Janet
suitable campsite. It was several klicks from the
clearing where their gear had disappeared. A trio of
trees atop a low hill provided cover, and there was clean water
in a nearby stream. Night was falling fast, and they'd
the move for hours.
"We can cut some of those thorn bushes we passed and surround
place, like a kraal," Sam suggested.
"And sharpen some sticks and make one of those outward-facing
palisades," Janet agreed.
"Abatis," Sam nodded. "It's called an abatis." She
looked up at the branches overhead. "We'll sleep up there,
high as we can get. Tomorrow we can start building a
but tonight we'll have to rough it."
Janet grinned. "Rough it—as opposed to the
spectacular comfort of sleeping on a nest of sticks and
Sam grinned back. "Eventually we can make a full-blown
house, complete with bamboo plumbing, a full kitchen, breakfast
"Impossible," Janet laughed. "There's no baby elephant to
"We'll think of something." Sam pointed at the lowest
one of the trees. "I'll give you a boost, then you help me
"Okay," Janet answered, and let Sam give her a leg up. Sam
her the bundled shelter-half, then the P90—then leaped up,
Janet's hand, and swung up onto the branch. They made
higher, until they were at least thirty meters off the ground.
"I guess this will have to do," Sam said, indicating a point
large branches emerged from the trunk.
"I don't see anything better," Janet sighed. She turned
surveyed their surroundings. Through the leaves they could
the orange-red light of the setting sun bathing the distant wall
crater. Almost at a visible pace, the shadow-line was
the sheer rocks and light was shifting to a dull red.
the sky was fading to indigo, and the first stars were beginning
"Wait 'til full-night," Sam said, sitting down and leaning her
trunk. "It's supposed to be quite a light show."
Janet settled down next to Sam. The branches made for a
perch, but as long as they didn't roll around, they wouldn't
"We have to do something about these... kilts," Sam
They'd managed to slide the loops of their knife sheathes
narrow folds of the tattered canopy material knotted around
waists, but the current arrangement was hardly comfortable, and
little to preserve their modesty.
"How are your feet?" Janet asked.
"Sore," Sam answered. "Thanks for asking."
"Colonel," Janet intoned, "the expedition's Chief Medical
like to know... how are your feet?"
"When you put it that way," Sam chuckled, then lifted her feet,
one, and allowed Janet to give them a thorough
cuts or bruises I can find," Janet conceded. "How 'bout
"I'm okay," Sam said, stifling a yawn. "Tomorrow we'll
see if we can make some of this canopy stuff into
take the first watch."
Janet unrolled the shelter half. They draped it over their
shoulders, then made themselves as comfortable as they could,
shoulder-to-shoulder, leaning back against the hard trunk.
"So... what's the plan?" Janet asked.
"Something is out there," Sam answered. "Something that
stuff. It's crafty, near invisible, and we have to assume
"It may just be curious."
Sam nodded. "It didn't attack, but we still have to assume
isn't friendly—at least for now."
"So... we survive. Shelter, food, water—and we gather
Sam nodded again. "We figure out how to live in this
figure out what's going on, we find a way out of here and back
stargate, and we rescue Hailey and the others."
"No problem," Janet chuckled, snuggling close to her
"You're the one in command, and the one who's been to Survival
School. So, I'll just place my breakfast order and retire
"Very funny," Sam laughed. "You'll have the pleasure of
experience too, before the General gives you command of your own
team." USAF Survival, Evasion, Resistance, and Escape
was one of Sam's least pleasant
it had helped her get through some sticky off-world
situations, including capture,
torture at the hands of the Goa'uld.
"I'm looking forward to it," Janet muttered, "like a double root
canal. In the meantime," she continued, in a brighter
Jane, you Tarzan."
"Very funny," Sam chuckled. "I think it's more like I'm
Professor, and you're Mary Ann."
"Yeah, right!" Janet snorted. "We'll find some coconuts,
make a radio, and I'll make a cream pie."
Sam laughed, then shifted the P90 on her lap. "Let's not
about food 'til morning. Breakfast will probably be grubs
worms, by the way, if
"Pleasant dreams to you too," Janet sighed, and settled her head
against Sam's shoulder. "Don't forget to wake me for my
watch. You need your beauty sleep too."
Sam stifled another yawn and combed her fingers through her
hair. "No kidding."
eyes. Her mouth was sore from the gag. In fact, her
body was sore; but she had to admit that her captors knew how to
someone up without causing permanent
circulation was unimpaired, even though her rope bonds
tight and inescapable. Of course,
gagged for hours was no picnic, regardless.
At least the drug
her seemed to have worn off. Her head was clear for the
time since the ambush at the
was hungry, and above all, thirsty. None of her captors
sight. In fact, he couldn't even see the main deck of the
The ambush... The
shame of having failed her men welled in her stomach like a
illness. She knew she'd have to live with their deaths—if they were
dead—all of her
life. She couldn't think of anything she should have or would have done
They'd been overwhelmed, without warning, by a vastly superior
firing from prepared positions. It wasn't the first time
happened to an SG team. It probably wouldn't be the
Her brain told her she wasn't at fault. Her gut told her
take time to deal with her "failure".
morning, but the terrain below was shrouded in mist. Only
a few jagged mountain peaks were visible, poking through the
veil and casting long, dark shadows. The sky itself was a
robin's egg blue. The vast arc of the gas giant loomed
horizon, under-lit by the rising twin suns.
And what about Colonel Carter
Doc Fraiser? she wondered. Apparently, from the
she'd picked up, they'd managed to escape the jungle-girl
commandos. Hailey sighed through her gag. The
try to rescue her... somehow... if there was any possibility. She
stay alert, gather all the information she could, stay alive—and escape
in her bonds, seeking any weakness in the tight, symmetrical
web pinning her arms, but her
groping fingers couldn't find any knots to untie or any strands
work loose. Next, she rolled onto her stomach and tried to
the rope binding her ankles, feet, and big toes. However,
folded behind her back, it was impossible.
Finally, after several minutes of wiggling, writhing effort,
ceased her struggles. Even if she had
succeeded in getting out of her rope bonds, it would have been a
decidedly limited victory. She'd
still be locked in a cage, dangling thousands of feet over an
jungle, prisoner of a large force of air-amazons.
The airship was making a stately turn and starting to
Hailey's side of the vessel passed into shadow. Looking
through the bars of her cage, she could see what she took to be
destination, another mountain
rising from the mist—and it was topped by a fantastic
steep sides, like a cluster of mesas of varying height,
leaning together for mutual support. The very top was
a series of spectacular domes, spires,
towers. The lower plateaus were built up as well, but in a
extravagant style. All levels had hanging gardens, and
the lower levels seemed to be more garden and parkland than
The final approach took several minutes, giving Hailey plenty of
to admire the city's brightly colored dressed stone, painted
tiled mosaic courtyards. When they were low enough, she
population moving about their business. All were female
brunette, with the exception of a few elders with gray or silver
hair. There were also a few young girls, running about in
clustered about solitary adults, as if for instruction.
old, the mode of dress was colorful, tropical, and showed a lot
well-tanned skin. A few faces turned up to watch the
pass, but most seemed uninterested. Hailey surmised the
of a giant, floating, wooden airship was a routine occurrence.
The airship had dropped below the top level of the city, with
and towers. They were nearing what was unmistakably
a docking platform. Several women in the "air-amazon"
mottled gray bikini and black leather harness were waiting
massive bollards. As Hailey watched, handling lines were
from the airship deck and were caught by the ground crew.
lines were passed around the bollards, the crews heaved, the
snapped taut, and heavy
mooring lines began snaking from the airship towards the
Before even the first of the mooring lines was secured, Hailey
by airship crew swarming over her cage. The lashings
cage to the stanchions were released and it was raised to the
deck. The cage door was unlocked, strong hands reached
in and dragged her out, then untied her ankles, feet, and
Hailey was pulled to her feet—and almost
back to the
deck—but her captors
her by her bound arms. Their
business-like, neither kind nor cruel. A broad, stiff,
collar was buckled around her throat. It had long ropes
to steel rings, one in the front and one in the back.
By this time, Hailey's legs could carry her weight. A pair
air-amazons used the collar ropes to lead her towards the
telescoping gangway. Naked, bound, gagged and helpless,
shoulders shorter than all of her captors, she strode forward,
Waiting on the
platform was the airship's captain, the air-amazon with the
neck scarf. Also present was one of the jungle warriors,
bikini, brown leather harness, and boots, but without her body
Her bronze "zat-rifle" was slung across
A large party was approaching the airship, emerging from a stone
archway on the far side of the platform.
The central figure was a very attractive woman, in her early
thirties. She was wearing an abbreviated top, little more
bra; a loincloth with long, fluttering panels in front and back;
and a long, sleeveless robe. All were of black silk, and
was sheer as gossamer. Her feet were bare. Robe,
and her long, richly curled hair flowed in her wake, like
Immediately behind her were two women. One was shorter,
clad in black. The other was dressed in natural, un-dyed
Bringing up the rear were several guards, marching in ranks of
Their costumes were similar to the jungle warrior's, but the
elements were shining black silk, and their black leather
polished. They carried zat-rifles, at port-arms.
A trumpet sounded on the airship and the crew paused in their
snap to attention. At the same time, the airship captain
jungle warrior bowed at the waist and Hailey's handlers went
"All hail Zanta, PardaUbar of Pan-PelluciGor!" a voice shouted
somewhere on the airship.
"HAIL!" the entire crew shouted, as one. The trumpet
again, and they returned to their work.
Hailey had remained standing, glaring above her gag at what she
was some sort of high official, possibly even the planet's
Had circumstances been different,
she would have mimicked her captor's actions, as a show of
respect—but, at the moment,
she wasn't in a particularly respectful mood.
"So," the PardaUbar said, a superior smile curling her lips,
the tiny alien fighter who leads men against PelluciGor in war."
Hailey continued to stare. The PardaUbar was very beautiful, and her
body was athletic, feminine perfection personified. Hailey
"She's small as a girl," the PardaUbar continued, her eyes
every detail of Hailey's nude, diminutive body, "but she's
woman... and a fit, woman-warrior, at that. Pale pink
hair... like nothing I've ever seen." She glanced over her
shoulder at the tall woman in white. "What did you say was
her ridiculous name?"
The woman pulled a rod from her robe. It split in her
hands and a
sheet of foil unrolled, stretched between the two halves.
believe it is 'Cur-nell Car-tur', based on the words of the men of her world of origin,
of those appellations may be a title or rank. Until we
complete our interrogation—"
"Yes, yes," the PardaUbar interrupted. "Charis, your
The shorter woman in black stepped forward. Hailey could
a shining steel collar with a pendant ring around the woman's
throat. She was as beautiful as the PardaUbar, in her own
but was younger. She walked a slow circle around Hailey
handlers. "Small breasts, but well shaped," she
she will clean up quite nicely. A strong spirit.
fight. At the very least, a pleasant curiosity. At
The PardaUbar continued her leering inspection, and Hailey
her defiant, glaring response. "Hmm... We shall
brown eyes shifted to the jungle warrior. "Kyna, I want
concentrate on capturing the two intruders who escaped."
Hailey was careful to shield her reaction to the PardaUbar's
this was very good
indeed! Sam and Janet had
The PardaUbar turned her attention, again, to the woman in
the Wise Council shall assist in the search in every way.
all relevant information to Kyna's staff as you interrogate my
Hailey bristled at the word "plaything", but wasn't in a
position to do
more than scowl.
"Charis shall assist you in the questioning," the PardaUbar
then smiled at Hailey in an especially disturbing manner. "Let
her evaluation and training begin immediately." In a swirl
black silk and brown curls, she spun on her heel and departed
she had come. Her black-clad guards opened ranks to let
then executed a smart about-turn and peeled away, pair-by-pair,
march in her wake.
The remaining women bowed, respectfully, then turned to talk.
"I'm off to Lone Peak," the airship captain announced, "with
for the garrison." She offered her hand to Kyna, who
with a firm shake.
"Fair skies and following winds," Kyna said. "Thank you
hospitality of your wardroom. The Air Armada may expect
deployment orders very soon..." She turned to Honna.
"Half of the arch-transport system is still down," Honna said,
the folds of her robe as she spoke, "but analysis of the damage
should allow us to narrow your search."
The Captain nodded to each in turn. "Polymath."
nodded in return. "Slave." Charis went down on one
then gracefully stood.
Slave? Hailey wondered.
The Captain released Kyna's hand, and bowed.
"Captain," Kyna nodded, and waved as the Captain turned and
ship. Hailey's handlers dropped her rope leads and
"I'll be in the War Tower," Kyna announced, and strode away,
in the PardaUbar's wake.
"So, I'm to have two guests,"
first visit to the High Polymath's domain," Charis laughed, and
pair embraced and exchanged a polite kiss, mouth-to-mouth.
Hailey looked from Honna, the "Polymath", to Charis, the
From her training, she surmised the "PelluciGorean" culture was
hierarchical and stratified, but she knew she still had a lot to
learn about her captors. She also realized that no one was
holding her leads, and her legs were completely free; but the
"escape"—while bound, gagged,
naked, and dragging two long lengths of rope from her collar—was ludicrous,
"Duty awaits," Honna said, and the pair separated.
"One moment," Charis said, then did something Hailey considered
slave opened her robe, and removed her long, black, silk
Hailey's eyes popped wide above her gag. What she had
taken for a
metal waistband was actually part of what was unmistakably a
belt! The portion covering Charis' sex was sculpted to
embrace the folds of her genitalia, and was set with tiny
arranged along the shield's labial folds, to suggest glistening
Hailey's amazed appreciation of Charis' belt was cut short when
slave stepped behind her and dropped the loincloth over her
It covered her face, gag-harness and all. The black silk
pulled taut, then
two narrow folds were stretched, one from either side, to press
her upper face from the bridge of her nose to her
single layer over her gagged mouth and nostrils did little to
restrict her breathing, but the multiple layers over her eyes
highly effective blindfold.
Hailey mewled through her gag. Her captors had retrieved
ropes dangling from her collar and were leading her away—but there was a
distraction. A strong, exotic perfume was making her head
swim. She realized it was from the loincloth swaddling her
and whatever it was... it was making her sex tingle with every
Despite her circumstances, her helplessness, her concern for her
friends, and her anxiety about her own unknown fate—Hailey
was becoming... aroused!